Sango has the most beautiful laugh I have ever heard; melodious, warm and rich. I wish I knew how to make her laugh always or even elicit just a single smile. When she thinks no one is looking, a distant, melancholy look comes onto her face. I wish I knew a way to steal that sadness from her eyes. All I know is how to make her angry.
She is no light-hearted, empty-headed maiden to be distracted by pretty words and teasing. She is Sango, my strong yet heartbreakingly fragile slayer and I would have her no other way. My only regret is that I cannot love her the way she deserves to be loved. I have less than nothing; even my life belongs to Naraku.
Although groping Sango has no more appeal for me, it is the only thing I can do. At least it is not so distasteful for me. As I rub the firm curve of her ass, my beautiful demon slayer whirls around. Anger suffuses her eyes, replacing the unhappiness there.
In a flash of pain and blackness, I am sprawled in an undignified heap in the dusty road. Inuyasha is grunting, Kagome is sighing, Shippou is saying I am an idiot. Only Kirara seems to understand as she briefly nuzzles my hand and chases after her mistress. Sango's fists are clenched at her sides as she stalks away. I will not be easily forgiven.
Sango, if only it was as easy to make you laugh.